Thank you so much Epic Music World for the wonderful presentation of my new album "Pianogony". I have been working for almost 4 months on this album and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did composing it. "Pianogony" is now available on all major digital stores and audio streaming services for public listening as well as for industry clients. Sheet music for the entire album is available through my Sellfy store. Subscribing to my youtube channel (click the bell and select all notifications) is highly appreciated and helps me a lot. Download/Stream "Pianogony": fanlink.to/Pianogony Sheet music for the entire album is available at my official Sellfy store (hover to the bundle section for a special deal): sellfy.com/DannyRayel What do you think of the album? Let me know in the comment section below! Thank you for all your support! - Danny Rayel
This was a beautiful composition. I can tell you really put your heart and soul into making it- you feel every melody and tune. I hope you have a lovely day and a bright future ahead of you, sir or ma'am ❤️
When you're not in a good mood, don't do anything crazy, just turn on some good music and get a good night's sleep because that's the most soothing thing.
The power of epic music that centers around a piano is an amazing and unstoppable force of sound! And you just drove that point home! What a beautiful and awe-inspiring set of tracks! There’s a slight air of melancholy about them as well that seems nostalgic for some reason, and they are so relaxing to boot! Props to you Danny!
Es fascinante tu música, cuantas emociones, cuantos sentimientos, cuantos recuerdos. No hay palabras para describir lo que sientes por dentro al escucharla. Saludos desde Colombia.
You know, I meant to be here for the premiere, i saw the notif and everything. I rushed through history and thought "yep, I'm all set for the premiere 😃. And forgot about it. Ate lunch, cleaned the dishes, came back here and said oops. I'm so weird lol.
@@soletmegetthisstraight2099 lol Connor has never heard of Milla Jovocich or The 5th element movie and I was shocked over it. They kept winding me up then, it was very funny
Part 44: Lost Brothers 25 days before the Fall of Stormguard, Storm Bastion Fighting on two fronts was something they could not sustain for long. The enemy knew this, and so did every soul defending the Final Line. Yet they fought on, Tybalt, Asterion and Raukus leading their men and the brave Guardsmen holding the bridge, Deion and his force trying to contain the enemy that had dug into their flank. Avriol had run between fronts, fighting wherever the former Lord of the 1st's skills were needed. It had mattered very little. Even the skills of the High-Executioner had not been able to turn the tides. Only the continued effort of hundreds, and the deaths of a great many of those, was able to do that. Asterion had seen wars like this before, had led his 12th company through many of them. They never ended well. He clenched his fist as he heard the enemy approach again. He didn't even have to look anymore to know how they moved. They used the wreckage of the vehicles from the earlier waves as improvised cover for their advance, avoiding much of the firepower of the Final Line. His company was there to intercept them, same as the one armed Lord of the 7th and his men, and Raukus and his brothers. Even the Guardsmen of the Stormbrigades had affixed their bayonets to welcome the enemy to the final line. Everyone knew what they had to do. Tactics had been abandoned a while back, making way for the enemies' ave tactics and the claustrophobic chaos of hand to hand combat and close range gunfights in the trenches. Asterion had abandoned his own bolter when he had run out of ammunition. Instead he had found the powersword of one of his lieutenants, next to the man's lifeless body. He had decided to wield that weapon in his left hand, while the relic powerfist on his right arm carved a bloody path through whatever foes came within his reach. The Hand of Rebirth it had been named, to mark the day that 12th company had risen from the ashes of bitter defeat. They had taken the Reborn as their company name then, and they had always made sure to live up to it. After every defeat, after each setback, they always came back, and slew the enemy that had dealt the blow against them. Not this time. Asterion waded through blood and corpses, searching for his next foe. Too many of those bodies were his own brothers, wearing the markings of the Reborn. They would never rise again. He swatted aside a chainaxe that had been aimed at him with his powerfist, and struck with the powersword in his other hand. Another kill for the tally. He was ashamed to admit that he had lost count over the last few days. Another blow came for him, as more and more enemies made it into the trenches. This one snuck past his guard, but glanced off his armour. He returned the strike with his powerfist, vaporizing his opponent. Everywhere he looked, he saw his own brothers and the Guardsmen by their sides locked in bitter combat. To his left, some daemon possessed monstrosity tore the head from one of his brothers with its bare claws. It soon fell under sustained bolterfire, but not before dragging two more Blades and at least a dozen Guardsmen with it. Little by little, they lost ground, as artillery fire rained down on the trenches and aircrafts battled each other in the skies above. Asterion almost felt like laughing. He'd often been told that Adraxia was a beautiful world, full of life. Yet if one were to look at Stormguard, all they would see was war and death. Another foe came for him. Two of his brothers tried to stop the enemy Astartes, yet his sword was faster than theirs, and he cut them down before they could even graze him. Asterion lifted his own sword to meet this new threat. They exchanged blows, until Asterion lost his footing. Whether it was a loose rock, a pool of blood or perhaps a body he had not noticed, it didn't matter. He'd made a mistake, and that mistake cost him dearly. The sword came down in a flash, and for a moment, pain was all that was left of Asterion's world. But pain meant he was still alive. The right half of his face suffered gravely under the powerfield of the enemy's blade, but he could still breathe, could still move. His own sword struck out, catching his opponent off guard. It tore through the armour around his neck, taking the head off. Asterion took a moment to breathe and determine the damage done to him. His right eye was gone, and he was pretty sure the right side of his skull was visible. He tore off the remnants of his helmet and surveyed the battlefield. That proved to be a mistake. A sharp pain shot through his left leg. In a reflex, his sword struck back, towards the source of the pain. The movement was followed by a wet gurgle as the enemy behind him died. He'd cut through the Plague Marine's windpipe, leaving it to choke on its own blood, and whatever other fluids were flowing through it's diseased body. Yet the damage was done. A metal pike had been jammed through the back of his knee, leaving him unable to walk, or even to rise again. He smiled. Through the pain, he still smiled. He'd always known it would end this way. Tybalt saw his fellow Lord-Captain fall. Asterion was not one to die easily, he knew that much. All his brother needed was a hand. Miracle flashed in his right hand, carving him a path through the servants of Chaos that sought to keep him from his wounded brother. As he reached Asterion, he heard the Lord of the 12th chuckle. "What's so funny?" Asterion looked up. The half of his face that remained was twisted into a smile. "Everything." "You're ailing. Come, we are falling back to regroup." Asterion pointed at the pike in his leg. "I'm not going anywhere." Tybalt sheathed Miracle and shook his head. "Nonsense." He ripped the pike out of his brother's knee, then offered him his remaining arm for support. He'd drag his brother back with him if that was what it took. They hadn't made it far. Asterion knew he was dead weight at this point. Perhaps he wouldn't always be, but he'd have to be brought out of the city first, to heal. And that was a luxury that he would not receive, that much was clear to him as the first boltrounds impacted on Tybalt's armour. "Tybalt-" "Shut it!" The Lord of the 7th wouldn't hear him out. He was a stubborn bastard, always had been. From the day he and Asterion had joined the scout company together. "You only have one arm-" "That's more than enough!" The pained expression on his brother's face as several more rounds found their mark told Asterion otherwise. The blood he noticed flowing from his old friend's side as one of them penetrated the armour only confirmed his suspicions. "Brother-" "I said shut it. You'll be fine, we'll make it." "Take the Hand of Rebirth. May it serve my successor as well as it did me." "I said no!" Asterion janked himself from his brother's grip, dragging both of them behind cover. A swift motion detached the powerfist from his right arm. "Take it and go! I'll hold them off as long as I can." Tybalt stopped, drawing his sword and positioning himself next to his brother. "We've lost too many brothers already. I'm not losing you too." "Listen to me for once in your life damnit!" The sudden outburst of rage seemed to get through to Tybalt, if only a little. Asterion knew if he was ever going to convince his brother to live, it'd have to be now. "Remember... the sparring cages?" Tybalt nodded. "I do... we'd always spar on for way too long. Made old man Drenmar mad when he found us... you and Ymros both always taught the rest of us some new trick, even when we thought we'd seen everything." Asterion nodded. He remembered too. They'd been an unruly squad in those days. Simpler times, when the weight of their current rank hadn't made their souls weary. "Take those tricks we taught you, and teach them to the younger ones, alright? Something tells me they'll need it." "You can do that yourself." Asterion laughed, he knew a lie when his brother told it. The Lord of the 7th had also lost his helmet in the fighting, and his dishonesty was written all over his face. A face that was so similar to Asterion's own. "No, I won't live that long. But you will. Take that as my final wish, and live." Tybalt stood there for a moment, as if waiting for a miracle, but the sword in his hand remained silent. In the end he sheathed it, and took the powerfist from his brother. Asterion nodded, a weary calmth settling in his eyes. "See you on the Burning Plains, brother." The answer was a quiet whisper. "Aye... see you." When he found himself back among allies, Tybalt collapsed. He wasn't ashamed to admit that tears were rolling down his face as he looked down on the weapon his brother had left in his care. He'd have to give it to someone who could take it out of the city, but found himself unwilling to part with it. As if a piece of Asterion still resided in the cold metal. In the end, he did give it up, hoping it would find hands as worthy to wield it as Asterion had been. Memories flooded to his mind, of when they had been younger. Days of endless training, preparing them for a life of war, but also a life of brotherhood. Memories of their first kills. They had been so proud that he was sure they'd burst. Memories of when they received news of Ymros' death. How they had mourned him together. And of the smile Asterion had worn when he had left him there. He'd had no regrets. Tybalt tried in vain to rid his face of the tears, it was all lost to him now, never to return. He cried out, trying to rid his hearts of this heavy feeling, finding that his mouth formed the words on its own. "Give me back my brother you bastards!"
Didier Pelupessy I have read this part Who and what are the Paladins of the Last Light? Do Astartes have more extra organs, besides their second heart and third lung? Why is the Festival of Spirits celebrated? When is the Festival of Spirits celebrated? What does the Festival of Spirits consist of?
@@pinpin3607 Hello again. The Paladins are the elite of the elite, functioning as the Lord of Last Light’s bodyguard. They’ve renounced any form of identity, and taken a vow of silence. They communicate in gestures that only they themselves and their Lord understand. The Astartes have an extensive list of extra organs, which is way too long for a comment, but I’ll give some examples: -Acid glands in their mouths as a last resort weapon. -Several organs like the Laraman’s cells to increase healing. The Festival of Spirits is a moment the Blades take to celebrate their fallen brothers, and their deeds and glories. It is celebrated whenever the entire chapter is on Agrennon, rather than on a set date, since moments like those are extremely rare. It is mostly a moment to relax, with the Blade dance as the main event, for the most skilled to show off their abilities. Some traditions have stuck around though, like: -The Opening Fires, when massive bonfires are lit to signal the start of the Festival. Some brothers will take on the task of a Flamekeeper, which means they’re responsible for keeping one of the fires burning. -The Hour of Brothers, which is the hour before the companies join together in the Spire, which each company spends in their own company fortress around the Spire. It is a moment to share drinks amongst the brothers they entrust their lives to on a daily basis. -The Feast: when the companies come together to eat and drink to their hearts’ content. It is also when the Blades share their passion for art with eachother, be it in painting competitions, poetry recitals or simply by trying to sing louder than the other table
❤️🌟 In recent years, disasters have occurred frequently and anomalies have appeared one after another,You must confess your sins and repent,I hope that those who have not yet trusted in Jesus and God can trust in Jesus and God as soon as possible,Confess your sins and repent as soon as possible.Before 2000, light came to the world, and Jesus Christ came to the world.The Word became flesh and appeared before people's eyes.He was crucified for the sins of people.He was resurrected on the third day, and then He ascended to heaven and sat at the right hand of God. If you sincerely trust Jesus Christ and accept Him as the Savior of your life, you will receive the Holy Spirit.Then, you must obey the Holy Spirit, rely on the guidance of the Holy Spirit to act and behave, and be a person who pleases God. We are created by God.We must trust and obey the God who created us and Jesus Christ who God sent to this world. Jesus answered, "Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. -John 3:5 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. -Galatians 5 : 22 - 23 Don’t delay, you should immediately trust Jesus Christ and God!
Thank you so much Epic Music World for the wonderful presentation of my new album "Pianogony".
I have been working for almost 4 months on this album and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did composing it. "Pianogony" is now available on all major digital stores and audio streaming services for public listening as well as for industry clients. Sheet music for the entire album is available through my Sellfy store.
Subscribing to my youtube channel (click the bell and select all notifications) is highly appreciated and helps me a lot.
Download/Stream "Pianogony":
fanlink.to/Pianogony
Sheet music for the entire album is available at my official Sellfy store (hover to the bundle section for a special deal):
sellfy.com/DannyRayel
What do you think of the album? Let me know in the comment section below!
Thank you for all your support!
- Danny Rayel
This was a beautiful composition. I can tell you really put your heart and soul into making it- you feel every melody and tune.
I hope you have a lovely day and a bright future ahead of you, sir or ma'am ❤️
Thank you very much for your kind words and support!
When you're not in a good mood, don't do anything crazy, just turn on some good music and get a good night's sleep because that's the most soothing thing.
Great music with the most melodious melody I've ever heard🎶😍
Thank you!
it gets me so emotional and i love it
Thank you! I am glad you like the album!
마음의 힐링이 되어 괴로움이 안정을 찿게되어 감사드립니다.
Thank you so much 💓
Thank you for listening and support!
As always a fantastic music, Thanks for the discover !
Peace on your way to you and all who are reading this 🙏
Thank you for listening and support!
have a really really good day everyone! 🙏🏼
Melancholic yet divine.
Thank you James!
Thank you so much for this wonderful piano music ❤️
Thank you for listening and support Jalal!
I love this music it helps me get to sleep to thank you for making this music have a nice day!
Very good piano music 👍👍👏
Thank you!
Danny Rayel plays beautifully. I enjoyed this very much 🙏
Thank you for listening, kind words and support!
Best Piano Music ever 😭 Feel like that's the music I've been waiting for my whole life, pure feels and perfection ! All these pieces are amazing
Thank you for comment and kind words!
The power of epic music that centers around a piano is an amazing and unstoppable force of sound! And you just drove that point home! What a beautiful and awe-inspiring set of tracks! There’s a slight air of melancholy about them as well that seems nostalgic for some reason, and they are so relaxing to boot! Props to you Danny!
Thank you very much for your kind words and support! If you like visit my RUclips channel, subscribe and expect new music soon!
Beautiful and amazing music🎼🎼🎼🎶
Tired: Listening to music
Fun: Listening to music
Sad: Listening to music
The music is great
Thank you for listening and support! If you have time I would appreciate it if you subscribe to my RUclips channel! More music is coming soon!
Es fascinante tu música, cuantas emociones, cuantos sentimientos, cuantos recuerdos. No hay palabras para describir lo que sientes por dentro al escucharla. Saludos desde Colombia.
So beautiful, something so ethereal of a piano playing by itself. Amazing tracks
You know, I meant to be here for the premiere, i saw the notif and everything. I rushed through history and thought "yep, I'm all set for the premiere 😃. And forgot about it. Ate lunch, cleaned the dishes, came back here and said oops. I'm so weird lol.
@@soletmegetthisstraight2099 lol your fine, you only missed me having an utter meltdown over Didier and Connor
@@Sorikee uh oh. What happened? What did the boys do to you?!?!
@@soletmegetthisstraight2099 lol Connor has never heard of Milla Jovocich or The 5th element movie and I was shocked over it. They kept winding me up then, it was very funny
@@Sorikee I can attest to its hilarity
Calming and tranquil. Thank you
Brilliant🎶🎶🎶👍👍👍
Thank you Irina!
Wow is all i can say more please !!!words are not enough to describr how amazing is this kind of music keep it up !!!
I think more please says it all. Its like saying you can't get enough🙏
Thank you very much for your comment and kind words!
I love this...
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very relaxing music ,beautiful
Right ots so beautiful and relaxing
Beautiful piano, i love the music
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하지만 언제나 2000년6월이 그리워요..영원히
This relaxing music is amazing and helped me a lot. Thank you so much and hope you make more amazing music.
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nice！！
Thank you!
Great music !
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Good music, very cute and beautiful art, good work!)💖💖💖
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Part 44: Lost Brothers
25 days before the Fall of Stormguard, Storm Bastion
Fighting on two fronts was something they could not sustain for long. The enemy knew this, and so did every soul defending the Final Line.
Yet they fought on, Tybalt, Asterion and Raukus leading their men and the brave Guardsmen holding the bridge, Deion and his force trying to contain the enemy that had dug into their flank.
Avriol had run between fronts, fighting wherever the former Lord of the 1st's skills were needed. It had mattered very little. Even the skills of the High-Executioner had not been able to turn the tides. Only the continued effort of hundreds, and the deaths of a great many of those, was able to do that.
Asterion had seen wars like this before, had led his 12th company through many of them. They never ended well. He clenched his fist as he heard the enemy approach again. He didn't even have to look anymore to know how they moved. They used the wreckage of the vehicles from the earlier waves as improvised cover for their advance, avoiding much of the firepower of the Final Line.
His company was there to intercept them, same as the one armed Lord of the 7th and his men, and Raukus and his brothers. Even the Guardsmen of the Stormbrigades had affixed their bayonets to welcome the enemy to the final line.
Everyone knew what they had to do. Tactics had been abandoned a while back, making way for the enemies' ave tactics and the claustrophobic chaos of hand to hand combat and close range gunfights in the trenches.
Asterion had abandoned his own bolter when he had run out of ammunition. Instead he had found the powersword of one of his lieutenants, next to the man's lifeless body. He had decided to wield that weapon in his left hand, while the relic powerfist on his right arm carved a bloody path through whatever foes came within his reach.
The Hand of Rebirth it had been named, to mark the day that 12th company had risen from the ashes of bitter defeat. They had taken the Reborn as their company name then, and they had always made sure to live up to it. After every defeat, after each setback, they always came back, and slew the enemy that had dealt the blow against them.
Not this time. Asterion waded through blood and corpses, searching for his next foe. Too many of those bodies were his own brothers, wearing the markings of the Reborn. They would never rise again.
He swatted aside a chainaxe that had been aimed at him with his powerfist, and struck with the powersword in his other hand. Another kill for the tally. He was ashamed to admit that he had lost count over the last few days.
Another blow came for him, as more and more enemies made it into the trenches. This one snuck past his guard, but glanced off his armour. He returned the strike with his powerfist, vaporizing his opponent.
Everywhere he looked, he saw his own brothers and the Guardsmen by their sides locked in bitter combat. To his left, some daemon possessed monstrosity tore the head from one of his brothers with its bare claws. It soon fell under sustained bolterfire, but not before dragging two more Blades and at least a dozen Guardsmen with it.
Little by little, they lost ground, as artillery fire rained down on the trenches and aircrafts battled each other in the skies above. Asterion almost felt like laughing. He'd often been told that Adraxia was a beautiful world, full of life. Yet if one were to look at Stormguard, all they would see was war and death.
Another foe came for him. Two of his brothers tried to stop the enemy Astartes, yet his sword was faster than theirs, and he cut them down before they could even graze him. Asterion lifted his own sword to meet this new threat. They exchanged blows, until Asterion lost his footing. Whether it was a loose rock, a pool of blood or perhaps a body he had not noticed, it didn't matter. He'd made a mistake, and that mistake cost him dearly.
The sword came down in a flash, and for a moment, pain was all that was left of Asterion's world. But pain meant he was still alive. The right half of his face suffered gravely under the powerfield of the enemy's blade, but he could still breathe, could still move.
His own sword struck out, catching his opponent off guard. It tore through the armour around his neck, taking the head off.
Asterion took a moment to breathe and determine the damage done to him. His right eye was gone, and he was pretty sure the right side of his skull was visible. He tore off the remnants of his helmet and surveyed the battlefield.
That proved to be a mistake. A sharp pain shot through his left leg. In a reflex, his sword struck back, towards the source of the pain. The movement was followed by a wet gurgle as the enemy behind him died. He'd cut through the Plague Marine's windpipe, leaving it to choke on its own blood, and whatever other fluids were flowing through it's diseased body.
Yet the damage was done. A metal pike had been jammed through the back of his knee, leaving him unable to walk, or even to rise again.
He smiled. Through the pain, he still smiled. He'd always known it would end this way.
Tybalt saw his fellow Lord-Captain fall. Asterion was not one to die easily, he knew that much. All his brother needed was a hand.
Miracle flashed in his right hand, carving him a path through the servants of Chaos that sought to keep him from his wounded brother.
As he reached Asterion, he heard the Lord of the 12th chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
Asterion looked up. The half of his face that remained was twisted into a smile.
"Everything."
"You're ailing. Come, we are falling back to regroup."
Asterion pointed at the pike in his leg.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Tybalt sheathed Miracle and shook his head.
"Nonsense."
He ripped the pike out of his brother's knee, then offered him his remaining arm for support. He'd drag his brother back with him if that was what it took.
They hadn't made it far. Asterion knew he was dead weight at this point. Perhaps he wouldn't always be, but he'd have to be brought out of the city first, to heal. And that was a luxury that he would not receive, that much was clear to him as the first boltrounds impacted on Tybalt's armour.
"Tybalt-"
"Shut it!"
The Lord of the 7th wouldn't hear him out. He was a stubborn bastard, always had been. From the day he and Asterion had joined the scout company together.
"You only have one arm-"
"That's more than enough!"
The pained expression on his brother's face as several more rounds found their mark told Asterion otherwise. The blood he noticed flowing from his old friend's side as one of them penetrated the armour only confirmed his suspicions.
"Brother-"
"I said shut it. You'll be fine, we'll make it."
"Take the Hand of Rebirth. May it serve my successor as well as it did me."
"I said no!"
Asterion janked himself from his brother's grip, dragging both of them behind cover. A swift motion detached the powerfist from his right arm.
"Take it and go! I'll hold them off as long as I can."
Tybalt stopped, drawing his sword and positioning himself next to his brother.
"We've lost too many brothers already. I'm not losing you too."
"Listen to me for once in your life damnit!"
The sudden outburst of rage seemed to get through to Tybalt, if only a little. Asterion knew if he was ever going to convince his brother to live, it'd have to be now.
"Remember... the sparring cages?"
Tybalt nodded.
"I do... we'd always spar on for way too long. Made old man Drenmar mad when he found us... you and Ymros both always taught the rest of us some new trick, even when we thought we'd seen everything."
Asterion nodded. He remembered too. They'd been an unruly squad in those days. Simpler times, when the weight of their current rank hadn't made their souls weary.
"Take those tricks we taught you, and teach them to the younger ones, alright? Something tells me they'll need it."
"You can do that yourself."
Asterion laughed, he knew a lie when his brother told it. The Lord of the 7th had also lost his helmet in the fighting, and his dishonesty was written all over his face. A face that was so similar to Asterion's own.
"No, I won't live that long. But you will. Take that as my final wish, and live."
Tybalt stood there for a moment, as if waiting for a miracle, but the sword in his hand remained silent.
In the end he sheathed it, and took the powerfist from his brother.
Asterion nodded, a weary calmth settling in his eyes.
"See you on the Burning Plains, brother."
The answer was a quiet whisper.
"Aye... see you."
When he found himself back among allies, Tybalt collapsed.
He wasn't ashamed to admit that tears were rolling down his face as he looked down on the weapon his brother had left in his care.
He'd have to give it to someone who could take it out of the city, but found himself unwilling to part with it. As if a piece of Asterion still resided in the cold metal.
In the end, he did give it up, hoping it would find hands as worthy to wield it as Asterion had been.
Memories flooded to his mind, of when they had been younger. Days of endless training, preparing them for a life of war, but also a life of brotherhood.
Memories of their first kills. They had been so proud that he was sure they'd burst.
Memories of when they received news of Ymros' death. How they had mourned him together.
And of the smile Asterion had worn when he had left him there. He'd had no regrets.
Tybalt tried in vain to rid his face of the tears, it was all lost to him now, never to return.
He cried out, trying to rid his hearts of this heavy feeling, finding that his mouth formed the words on its own.
"Give me back my brother you bastards!"
Didier Pelupessy I have read this part
Who and what are the Paladins of the Last Light?
Do Astartes have more extra organs, besides their second heart and third lung?
Why is the Festival of Spirits celebrated?
When is the Festival of Spirits celebrated?
What does the Festival of Spirits consist of?
@@pinpin3607 Hello again.
The Paladins are the elite of the elite, functioning as the Lord of Last Light’s bodyguard. They’ve renounced any form of identity, and taken a vow of silence. They communicate in gestures that only they themselves and their Lord understand.
The Astartes have an extensive list of extra organs, which is way too long for a comment, but I’ll give some examples:
-Acid glands in their mouths as a last resort weapon.
-Several organs like the Laraman’s cells to increase healing.
The Festival of Spirits is a moment the Blades take to celebrate their fallen brothers, and their deeds and glories. It is celebrated whenever the entire chapter is on Agrennon, rather than on a set date, since moments like those are extremely rare.
It is mostly a moment to relax, with the Blade dance as the main event, for the most skilled to show off their abilities.
Some traditions have stuck around though, like:
-The Opening Fires, when massive bonfires are lit to signal the start of the Festival. Some brothers will take on the task of a Flamekeeper, which means they’re responsible for keeping one of the fires burning.
-The Hour of Brothers, which is the hour before the companies join together in the Spire, which each company spends in their own company fortress around the Spire. It is a moment to share drinks amongst the brothers they entrust their lives to on a daily basis.
-The Feast: when the companies come together to eat and drink to their hearts’ content. It is also when the Blades share their passion for art with eachother, be it in painting competitions, poetry recitals or simply by trying to sing louder than the other table
And just when I thought the level of action couldn’t get more intense, *here we are* 👏👏👏👏
@@Helloworld-ss5uv hey, I aim to deliver, and the Siege is not at it’s climax yet. Always happy to see you back again, hope you have a great day
@@Didierpelupessy Then I wait with bated breath to see what an extraordinary climax you will write. You have a good day/night/afternoon, etc as well.
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❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥👍👍👍
My brain is floating mid-air now
Or maybe in Space ?
I don't know, I'm just focused on *feeling* the danse of notes
❤️🌟 In recent years, disasters have occurred frequently and anomalies have appeared one after another,You must confess your sins and repent,I hope that those who have not yet trusted in Jesus and God can trust in Jesus and God as soon as possible,Confess your sins and repent as soon as possible.Before 2000, light came to the world, and Jesus Christ came to the world.The Word became flesh and appeared before people's eyes.He was crucified for the sins of people.He was resurrected on the third day, and then He ascended to heaven and sat at the right hand of God. If you sincerely trust Jesus Christ and accept Him as the Savior of your life, you will receive the Holy Spirit.Then, you must obey the Holy Spirit, rely on the guidance of the Holy Spirit to act and behave, and be a person who pleases God.
We are created by God.We must trust and obey the God who created us and Jesus Christ who God sent to this world.
Jesus answered, "Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. -John 3:5
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. -Galatians 5 : 22 - 23
Don’t delay, you should immediately trust Jesus Christ and God!
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Why do it's feel sad?